Your tribulation is at hand
When it breaks skin you'll understand
Your invitation was a joke
Your virgin blood is in demand
You're in a rut
Not near enough
You've wandered far from home
Your upper creek
Five fingers deep
You're f*ckin' sheep, here comes the wolf
Step right onto the hunting ground
Yours is the only soul around
Don't look your Stocker in the eye
You only lived to die
It follows you home
It's freezing, you're so warm
Broke right through the front door
Your horror makes it whole